Toshiko Takaezu: Closed forms & Vocation

Recently a friend sent out the lovely idea to spend some time learning something about an artist rather than feeling mad, bad or sad about our country’s current leadership. Agreed. And so in my lap was placed the work of Toshiko Takaezu.  She may have chosen Toshiko because Hawaii was my current location, and that […]

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Toshiko Takaezu: Closed forms & Vocation

Recently a friend sent out the lovely idea to spend some time learning something about an artist rather than feeling mad, bad or sad about our country’s current leadership. Agreed. And so in my lap was placed the work of Toshiko Takaezu.  She may have chosen Toshiko because Hawaii was my current location, and that…

the story

because perhaps i have been here so long, the story can’t be told without the pictures. and because i have been here for so long, there are so, so many pictures. some so old, you may have seen them before. but regardless, they tell the story of lives.  firsts.   and of blessing granted. pictures…

So, this.

When a person writes in the same place for ten years to not ask “what am I doing here?” is unnatural. Perhaps this is what I have aspired to all this time. Maria Popova’s BrainPicking Finally a place where the purpose is not to market oneself, which seems like just the scratch of the surface…

Worlds apart

Originally posted on ChezWhat?:
it is good to hear the tale of someone who has met success by being inspired and following through.  -David Adamshick The fluorescent lights always buzzed. Sometimes, after being there for a long time, I wore them like a heavy coat I couldn’t wait to take off at home. The plastic…

Ideas I love: Kintsugi

Several years back there was a violent death of five individuals that touched our family.  All the deaths were born out of generational trauma and the ultimate price was paid by a brilliant and beautiful young man and four members of a marginalized group of people doing nothing more than going to the doctor in another…

August

August is a beautiful time of the year. The rest of the calendar waits for August. Like honey it arrives so slowly, and lasts never quite long enough… but while August is here the indulgences that might have to be stolen the rest of the year are welcome, right and timely. The ice cream outing…

At the Trappist Abbey, my shorty ‘n me

Sunny fall Friday’s are priceless.  When the wind is low, the temperature is not too cold and the leaves are all just the right color.  It is the best time of year for taking pictures, no other time of year has such color and lighting.  I also miss exploring new places desperately, and the opportunities…

Going back…

I can’t recall how long ago it was, I realized that I really, really really needed to practice being thankful more in order to… I don’t know, fill in the blank, not be angry (long story), be nicer, be more patient, forgive myself, take time to play with the kids… etc. The usual suspects. And…

Missing Ecuador

Como la tierra a la lluvia Como el mar espera al rio Así espero tu regreso A la tierra del olvido … Esta cancion fue muy popular cuando estaba en Ecuador, la canto en mi miente, y pienso en regresar a este lugar que me despertaron a mi  tantas cosas

Worlds apart

it is good to hear the tale of someone who has met success by being inspired and following through.  -David Adamshick The fluorescent lights always buzzed. Sometimes, after being there for a long time, I wore them like a heavy coat I couldn’t wait to take off at home. The plastic seat with the writing…

Art.

Today my oldest went to camp for the first time.  Coming home was hard for her, but after the evening rolled on with the predictability of meal, conversation, bath, pajamas etc.  all resumed the rhythm. But then, right after the bath part and before the doughnut hole for dessert, a big, slobbery, tail-whomping, tongue-hanging-from-side-of-mouth DOG…